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He releases a carnal roar that makes my insides melt and my Omega instincts writhe in pleasure.Submit.I’m so weak in the head, I might have if I weren’t so weak in the body. My fingertips tingle and energy zings through my bones. Air that smells like darkness and the woods and metal spirals up my nostrils.
I’m grateful when Angel finally gets my sweatshirt cut off my half-functional arm and gets the IV drip set up because whatever’s in it dulls the sizzling burning sensation licking all my wounds. It dulls everything. My good friend Pain slinks to her seat in the corner and weeps.
The Berserker starts to pace back and forth across the small room. His eyes never leave me. It’s disconcerting. With the fresh drugs obliterating my senses, Angel’s able to get my swollen, shattered arm out of my clothes while the man doctor starts rinsing off my bloody neck.
Tossing my mutilated sweatshirt aside, I shiver harder at the wet noise it makes when it falls. “We’ll get you a blanket,” the man doctor reassures. “Angel, get a move on and take off her pants. She’s freezing. We don’t want to lose any more toes than we need to.”
“Need to?” I croak. “Do we need to?”
Angel is the only one who reacts to me at all. She gives me a small smile that I don’t find remotely encouraging, but she does what he says, cutting up each pant leg, removing my sweats and my jeans next until I’m down to my last layer. There, she stops.
“Holy shit. Lou…” Angel’s voice trails off. Her fingers delicately peel apart my leggings, tags of flesh getting mixed in with the material. I can feel the prickly sensation of my skin being pulled in directions it’s not supposed to be and vomit bubbles in my throat. Tears spill down my cheeks.
“Blankets,” I croak. I look up at the Berserker pacing across the room. His face is white as a sheet. He’s not pacing anymore, he’s just staring at my legs.
“Oof. That doesn’t look good,” Lou quips, not sounding at all like he gives even the littlest fuck about this situation. “Blanket’s out then. Here, we can use this to cover your breasts, but we don’t have any sheets clean enough to cover the rest of you. I didn’t realize how open your wounds were. It’s bad enough you’ve got cuts on your back pressed against the mattress. For the record, it’s stuffed with trash.” As I suspected. “Let’s not make it worse.” He makes a face that makes me wonder just how many people have died on this bed listening to him make piss-poor small talk.
He lays a towel over my boobs and then carries on washing out the bullet holes studding my shoulder and arm. The towel doesn’t help. My nipples are still hard enough to cut diamonds and my feet are ice. My left foot is shaking so much I can feel it all the way up to my hip on that side, but I can’t feel my right foot at all except for the burn. It sizzles every time I move it and is so bloody painful.
“Fucking fr…freezing…” My clenched teeth have started to bang against one another.
The Berserker moves suddenly, making my whole body jerk and pangs, dulled by the drugs, throb all over me. He kneels on the mattress and takes my right foot in between both of his huge hands.
“Fuck!” My head thrashes at the violent heat, but man doc,LouI think Angel said, holds me steady.
“I’m going to start stitching you now. We need to do deep stitches, too. He tore apart some muscle here. I’m surprised you’re able to move. The venom must be holding some parts of you together somewhere, or it’s your Omega gift doing that, because you should be dead. You should be dead three times over…”
He’s talking to himself, which is good because I don’t have any answers. My right foot has gone from nothing to numb to throbbing. More unwilling tears dribble down my cheeks. Pain makes a jerky approach, but after a few moments, disappears again. I miss her when she’s gone because what’s left is unknown and confusing as the throbbing in my foot eventually turns to a dreary warmth. I shudder and flex the toes of my left foot and the Berserker’s hands move from my right foot to cover them.
“Knock me out,” I croak, hating the Berserker’s pitiful attempts atkindness.
“Hm?” Lou says, distracted.
“She wants you to knock her unconscious, I think,” Angel supplies.
As the Berserker rumbles deep in his chest I can feel the vibrations through the mattress. I think they’re meant to soothe, but I don’t like them. I don’t likehim.And I like him even less when he says, “No. No sleep. You sleep and you might not wake up and I didn’t come all this way for a corpse.”
“Not for lack of trying,” I grit, kicking out with my left foot and, now that hazy sensation has returned, hating the way I can feel the cold chain still burning against my ankle.
“Venom shoulda healed you…”
“It didn’t.”
“Not fucking blind.”
“No? Then why, after the first bite, did you keep biting?”
“Don’t tempt me, Echo.”Echo. The word hits me like Merlin’s bullet did and hurts just as much. He must have overheard her using my name and I hate that.Hatethat.
“Stop it!” Angel shouts. “Her pulse goes up, she’ll bleed more and we don’t have any Omega blood to donate. If your venom didn’t work, the Beta or Alpha blood we have on reserve might make her sick.”
“Alpha blood?” the Berserker hisses. “From where?”
My eyes are closed now, so I don’t see Angel’s reaction even though I’m curious about it — I’ve been wondering about these supplies, too, and where they came from — but I hear her voice warble when she says, “From…from our last shipment.”
“Shipment from where?”
Lou cuts in. “Alpha, do you want your Omega to live?”
